THE KINKY POET

Every kiss I've got

Let my kisses rain down on you, covering all of your gorgeous skin, smothering every part of you, it's just where do I begin

I could start at the nape of your neck, then run slowly down your spine, just to run my lips on you, would truly be devine

Or I could start at your ankles, move up inside your thighs, every inch I cover, produces some soft and sensual sighs

Kiss around your sacred place, let my tongue lap up your pussy's wine, savouring every delicious drop, I'll make your juices mine

I could start at your nipples, alternating from kissing to a bite, sucking them till they go hard, it's a decision I must make tonight

My lips just hunger for you, I'm so desperate for a kiss, if you let me cover you in kisses, my night would end in bliss

Where would you like me to start, you are more than welcome to choose a spot, then I would kiss you endlessly, giving you every kiss I've got

THE KINKY POET 

The real me

I hide behind erotica, in case my fragile side begins to show, scared to be who I really am, to let my true feelings go

Let the world see the real me, take a peek inside my heart, I wasn't always this guarded, I was full of confidence at the start

I'm frightened if people see me, they will see I've often been a fraud, pretending everything's ok, I don't want them to be appalled

I aim to be like the old me, be the bold poet I wish to be, to roll up and be counted, to show the world this is really me

Come out from behind the shadows, write from within my soul, to show the universe who I am, is now a very important goal

Yes I'll still write erotica but I want the real me to help spred such Love and Light, so people can feel Sun from my stanzas, when they are sad at night

I pray my softer side can send words that feel like a needed hug, wrapped around the reader, so they feel nice and snug

So I'll come out of my virtual hiding place, if my writes can help just one, to lead them from a dark place and guides them to the Sun

THE KINKY POET 

Hug

Words sent from the heart can soothe a savage soul, to send a small amount of kindness, ìs my only goal

A line full of tenderness, understanding and full of care, is like a hug across the void, when I'm not really there

To bring a little sunshine to a heart that only sees the rain, to be the umbrella until the sunshine warms your soul again

That helping hand to pull you up, when your spread out on the floor, to offer you words of encouragement, it's what this poems for

To bring a Ray of hope, when all around you seems so dark, to give you the strength to carry on, to be your fires spark

A blanket around you when you are cold, my stanzas are a hug, designed to fit you perfectly, to keep you warm and snug

So keep this poem close at hand, it's written from my heart to make you smile, it may not cure your worldly woes but it might help you for a while

So even if the break is small, if your heart feels lighter for just a little time, my poems hasn't been wasted, it's a hug wrapped in a rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

My honour

That's it go on use me, throw me roughly to the ground, do put a blindfold and headphones on me, take my sight and sound

Bind my hands above my head, make your knots real strong and tight, do with me as you see fit, I'm your sex slave for the night

Spread yourself across my face, ride my greedy awaiting tongue, do anything you wish, your desires will be done

Slide your mouth slowly down my shaft, then give my throbbing dick a suck, then guide it into your soft wet hole and take me for a fuck

When you sit astride me, I hope to feel your claws run down my chest, the pain mixed with pleasure is the feeling I love the best

Ride me hard and pound me fast keep going till you cum, then continue to fuck me hard because now my job is done

It's my turn to get release, I want my balls to feel your arse, I want to drown in pussy juice, until our sexual fluids pass

Then release my bonds, give me back my sight and sound, I love it when you own me, it's a honour I have found

THE KINKY POET 

My empty bed

I try to slow down and settle, I want to relax my busy brain, hoping to drift off to sleep, so you will visit me again

Will you come to me, share time with me whilst I'm in a dream like sleep, I lay waiting just hoping into my dream again you'll creep

Then I'll get to be with you, I then won't have to dream alone, hopefully I'll remember it, to turn it into poetry on my phone

So we can be together perhaps walking hand in hand, through a field of flowers or across a beach of golden sand

Fingers bound together entwined in a complex lovers knot, I know it may not be real but for now it's all i got

These fleeting night-time blessings, give this broken poet so much hope, it helps me deal with the loneliness, it really helps me cope

So please when I drift off to sleep, just come into my head, so I don't have to sleep alone in this my empty bed

THE KINKY POET 

Make you cum

I must confess I want you in the most kinkiest kind of way, I want you to get some lingerie on, so we can have a play

I want to have my way with you, your body I wish to own, I want you to spread your legs, so I can take pictures on my phone

I want close up shots of your Rose, I want to see your petals spread apart, so I can fantasise about you, when my naughty thoughts begin to start

I'm hungry for your pussy, I want to kiss the red lipstick off your lips, I want to get my head close to your pussy and drink your juices in small sips

Can I tie your up real tight, or get you on your knees to give me head, I'm desperate to slide my cock into you, so please come to my bed

How do you feel about being my kinky fuck toy, you'd have to be my sexual slave, you'd have to do all I ask, give way to all I crave

Do you fancy some kinky sex, how do you feel about having some kinky fun, I'd pound you until you beg me to stop, I just want to make you cum

THE KINKY POET 

Across my face

God that skirt of leather looks so gorgeous on your hips, I can see your Green stocking tops, it makes me slowly lick my lips

Your wearing sexy leather you look like a kinky rock type chick, it makes me think of naughty things, it makes me stroke my dick

Having little sexy fantasies of you in leather in my head, imagining you stripping the sexy leather off then jumping in my bed

Finding sexy Green lacey lingerie under the leather skin, makes me want to own you and use your body for my sin

The outfit looks so sexy, your stockings tops have turned me on, god I'm filled with burning desire, I'm your horny poet Ron

I want to run my hands across your outfit then hold you in your sexy lingerie, I'd love to play kinky sexy games, I can only hope you want to play

Seeing you dressed up in gorgeous leather and sexy lace, makes me want to get to you and puts a smile across my face

THE KINKY POET 

Remote control

If you come with a remote control, I would really have some fun, I'd take you out in public and make you flash your tits and bum

I'd have complete control of you, I would have you at my beck and call, you would dress up and play scenarios, I'd make you do it all

Bondage, kinky fun, on your body you would let me feast, you would start off a timid person, then switch to a sexual beast

With the control I'd make spend the night riding me so fast, grinding yourself down on me, then offering me your arse

You'd make every hole available, I would have no need to ask, I would just press the corresponding button and You'd perform the task

Bent over touching your toes, or legs just opened wide, so I could do you from behind or take a look inside

With a simple press of a button You'd be my own fuck doll, I've got loads of batteries all I now need is the remote control

THE KINKY POET 

Sexual craze

I had a small desire that's now grown into a full blown lust, I can't stop thinking about your pussy and getting into it is now a must

I want to part your petals, I want you wrapped around my cock, I want to fuck your brains out, right around the clock

I can't stop thinking about your pussy, I'm desperate to taste your juice, I'm losing my self control, my sexual beast is on the loose

I hope you're not wear panties, especially my favourite ones of the Redest lace, I don't want to remove them slowly, I've got no time to waste

I'm gonna have my wicked way with you, I'm gonna fuck and eat you raw, once I've had my fill of you, I'll be coming back for more

My manhood is throbbing, it screams your name with every beat, it wants to be inside of you, come take my sexual meat

When I say I desire you, it's not some small fleeting phase, it's a burning wild desire, it's some hungry sexual craze

THE KINKY POET 

Shower wonderings

Sitting I'm my shower, the water cascading down my skin, I sit here thinking of you and my mind runs off to think of sin

How I'd love you across my lap, I'd soap every inch of your gorgeous skin, I'd gently wash your pretty Rose, I might even push some fingers in

I'd lather up your sexy curves then I'd give you a gentle rinse, I may cheekily pinch your nipples, but not hard enough to make you wince

I'd kiss your lips with such a passion as the water runs right down your face, just the thought of showering with you, makes my heart begin to race

When I soap myself in my mind my hands are yours, cleaning every inch of me, soaping all my bodies pores

I close my eyes so I can imagine you, naked on my lap, I pull you closer to me and give your sexy arse a slap

God I think you're gorgeous all wet how I wish I had a waterproof phone, then I realise what's the point, I'm here really on my own

THE KINKY POET